Well, there's that...

I was trying to get some school work together for the girls' swimming lessons (there is a several hour wait while each girl takes a lesson), when the bagful of workbooks toppled over and they and a handful of pencils slid out and down the stairs, topping off a kind of messy/crazy morning.

"God, *big sigh* this is all too much. What's with all this chaos? What am I doing wrong that everything always falls apart and creates more stress? I don't think Caroline Ingalls had to shove 3 huge beach towels, 3 swimsuits, 3 pairs of goggles, 6 workbooks, and 4 pencils and a sharpener into a bag for swim lessons, not to mention carry the separate diaper bag, and toddler while dragging the ever-obstinate preschooler."

"No, but she did have to kill and prepare a chicken with her bare hands on a regular basis. Which would you rather do?" I heard the Spirit nudge.

Well alrighty then! Is there anything else You'd like me to carry with me to swim lessons? :) :) :)

(and God made me laugh by reminding me of the three videos that need to go back to the library and the package for Paperbackswap that has to go to the post office...)